I watched my wife at our neighborhood pool. She cooled off under the waterfall and then traipsed through the shallow section, all while wearing her sexy straw “mom hat” (as she calls it), oversized movie-star sunglasses, and flattering black and pink bikini that revealed her delightful, toned curves. I felt myself getting hard. My desire for her intensified as I observed her and noted other men trying not to be seen checking her out. Truthfully, hot women filled the pool area—most in their 30s and 40s, some in even more revealing bikinis—but my wife stood out as the queen bee in my eyes.
Stepping out of the shallow section, she gingerly walked over and lay in the lounge chair next to me, her body still wet. She grabbed her book and started to read. Hard as a tire iron, I checked out my Swedish bride, admiring her impressive suntan and long, lean body. She quickly adjusted her bikini bottoms, giving me a split-second view of her bare pussy. My wife and I have enjoyed sexual intimacy with each other thousands of times over the years, and I knew every inch of her spectacular body, and yet my desire for her at this moment in time felt like it had no precedent. I wanted to fuck her. Badly. And I reasoned that I could have her. Here. Now.
“I want you,” I said. “Now.”
She looked over at me and laughed. I repeated myself, but she just giggled.
“You want me now?” she replied incredulously, pretending to read her book.
“Yes. You look so hot, and I want you now, baby.”
Silence ensued as my Nordic bride of 20 years processed what I’d just shared.
“Okay, but we’ll need to go home. Can this wait until then?”
“No,” I countered. “I have an idea. Let’s use that private family locker room in the clubhouse. Alright?”
More silence as she processed. I added that the room had a locking door. Taking off her sunglasses, Lauren glanced down at my crotch and could see I was maximally hard. Her eyes told me that she wanted my cock inside her; she didn’t hold back in revealing that desire. No words needed to be exchanged. It was game on.
“Just a quickie?” she queried.
“Okay,” she said.
We got up and walked toward the clubhouse, side by side. I swiped my card, and we entered the building, walking an additional 10 feet to the private family locker room—one of two in the building. The small locker room was empty, and the automatic lights turned on as we entered. I noticed some water on the floor from someone who had recently showered, and the air was damp. It had a locker room smell but was otherwise immaculate.
Immediately, I pulled down my shorts, exposing my massively hard cock flowing with pre-cum. Lauren smiled—that slutty smile she knows drives me wild—and slid out of her bikini bottoms. Almost reflexively, she took hold of my cock and played with it, getting pre-cum all over her fingers and hand.
“Oh my,” she observed. “You are horny, aren’t you? Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Lauren turned around and leaned forward, spreading her legs and resting her hands on the wooden bench to invite me to enter her from behind—our preferred method for love-making. I got behind her and slid my hard cock deep into her, delighting in her drenched, warm pussy. She couldn’t have been wetter.
She let out a moan as I started to fuck her hard and fondle her marvelous breasts (she still had on her bikini top). Then I moved my hands to her round, firm ass and cupped her cheeks as I piledrove her vagina. By now, she was moaning passionately and begging me to fuck her harder and harder as the skin-slapping sounds of doggy-style sex almost echoed in the small locker room.
I looked over in the mirror, which afforded a perfect view of all the action. I noticed a look of absolute sexual pleasure on Lauren’s face. I fucked her even harder. With my wife, it’s impossible to fuck her too intensely—she likes it hard and deep—and she enjoys spanking, which I gladly provided.
She reached back and stroked her clit with her fingers, now supporting her body with only one arm. She was getting wetter and wetter, her pussy making the delicious squishing sounds of sex as my cock plunged in and out. The room was warm, and we both started to sweat. A few whimpers from Lauren indicated she was now orgasming; I could feel even more wetness from her as she came. And soon, there were sloshing sounds.
Now seconds from ejaculating, I debated where I should cum. Ordinarily, I’d just stay inside her, but as we were at a neighborhood pool, I reasoned cumming in her pussy wasn’t a good idea as she’d just leak it back out in a public setting (and in the pool itself, once she got back in.)
Lauren read my mind. “Are you gonna cum, baby?”
“Yes, I replied.
A few seconds passed, and then she turned around, dropped to her knees, and started sucking me off in her mouth. I have always loved it when she accepted my cock into her mouth after it’s been in her pussy. She worked me perfectly with her fingers and mouth, our eyes locked on each other as my bride applied her cock-sucking expertise to the situation. I caressed her cheeks with my fingers.
And then I erupted, shooting spurt after spurt of semen in her hungry mouth. She’s always found satisfaction in a mouthful of my cum; she milked every last drop out of me and swallowed the big load I’d just given her. I almost blacked out from the pleasure.
After sucking me dry, she stood up as I regained my senses and smiled at me. “Like that?” she quipped.
“Did you?” I shot back.
“That was fun,” she replied, putting her bikini bottoms back on.
“And that load that just filled your mouth?” I asked.
She smiled, willing to play along as always. “Very big, very salty… and very delicious.”
“Really?” I pressed.
She paused. “Well… very big, very salty….”
“But not delicious?” I queried, loving this flirting.
“Of course it was,” she said with a smile, licking her lips for added effect.
We kissed, and I tasted the traces of my semen in her mouth. Then, I went to open the door and noticed we’d forgotten to lock it. Whoops! We both laughed, glad no one had discovered us in the act.
We walked back to the pool and got back into our chairs. Lauren grabbed a sparkling water from our cooler and took a few sips, likely to clear her mouth of the cum she’d just swallowed.
From the time of this writing, that day happened two weeks ago. Since then, we’ve had three quickies in the same locker room—door locked, of course. And we’ve learned other neighborhood couples have done the same, but that’s the subject of another post.
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